Iris was at the clinic sitting in a room, waiting for a doctor to come in. She was glad that she had ranted enough about the paperwork that Max knew how to fill it out and offered to do some for her while she was resting. Iris knew she had her own business to run, but at least it was good to know she cared enough to put Iris first. Hopefully she just wouldn’t burn herself out.

Her wing was burning and aching like crazy. The people out front used some light magic to make sure it wasn’t badly bleeding or infected, but she still had to wait for the actual doctor to look at it and wrap it up.

“I swear when I get my hands on whoever did that…” she mumbled. Finally, the door opened and Iris turned.

In walked a carvation with a white coat and blue hair, carrying with her a certain air of authority. Iris’ eyes were drawn to her surprisingly fit body for a carvation; most of her species didn’t have that much muscle. There was something oddly pretty about her grayish silver wings too. But most of all, it was her smile that invited Iris to relax, like there wasn’t anything to be afraid of.

“Alright, you’re Iris, right?” the woman asked. Iris nodded. “I’m Dr. Moon, the head doctor at the hospital. I heard you hurt your wing pretty badly.”

“Yeah,” she groaned as Moon walked over to take a look.

“What did this?!” the doctor exclaimed.

“Wild animal.”

“In Heaven?”

“It was a time,” Iris side-eyed. “Something decided it didn’t like me.”

“I didn’t realize they had mountain lions up there in Heaven,” Dr. Moon said, starting to wrap Iris’ wing in bandages.

“They’re a closely guarded secret, doctor,” she said sarcastically with a smirk. “Don’t tell anyone, alright?”

“I respect your work Iris,” the doctor said, tightening the bandages and using magic. “But I never knew it was dangerous.”

“Neither did I,” Iris sighed.

“Well, do be careful when fighting those mountain lions in Heaven. It damaged your wing pretty badly here.”

“How bad?” she asked as the doctor stopped using magic and had a seat.

“I wouldn’t strain it. And that means flying or fighting mountain lions. If you need to get somewhere, use magic. Do that and your body should naturally heal and make it relatively usable in about a week.”

“Ugh, is there some way to get it better sooner?”

“I mean, you’re in pretty good shape and health, so just eat and drink plenty, get some rest, and don’t push yourself.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, doctor.”

“I mean it,” Dr. Moon said sternly. “If you come back in here because you were using that wing, I’ll put a wing restraint on you.”

“Good luck with that,” Iris leered. She looked around the room. “Do I get a lollipop before I leave?”

*   *   *   *   *

“Is it me or do all mystery lollipops taste the same?” Iris asked, finishing her candy.

“I think so,” Max shrugged, finishing a paper.

“Can you toss me another pen? This one died.”

Max grabbed a pen from the jar and tossed it behind her, not even bothering to look where she was throwing. The pen guided itself into Iris’ hand and she immediately started writing again. The two of them were catching up on Iris’ work and were almost done with their double-duty teamwork.

“How’s the wing feeling?” Max asked.

“Sore. Not that it matters anyway. Doctor said I can’t use it for a week.”

“How do you feel about that one?”

“Bleh. Just means we can spend some more days in then.”

“Or nights.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Iris rolled her eyes, focusing on her work again. “Ugh, these stupid numbers not lining up-”

“Yeah, I noticed that,” Max said, turning to her. “Is that on purpose or-”

“Angels have been going missing lately and I’m pretty sure whatever took them also scratched my wing.”

“Jeez, how did it get you so good? And how’s it taking so many angels so fast-”

“Tell me when you figure that out,” Iris groaned.

“We can catch it together,” suggested Max. “I’m honestly surprised you didn’t ask me to help right away.”

“It didn’t sound like a hot date,” she shrugged with a smirk.

“That’s why we do the hot date after we catch whoever did the hit and run.”

“Oh yeah. Sounds good then!”

Iris yawned and spun her desk chair around while she stretched. Then she pulled Max out of her chair too.

“We’ll need some kinda plan though,” she thought out loud.

“How about we get an angel and put them under a crate,” Max said, slamming her fist into her palm. “Then when the thing pounces we’ll jump it.”

“I’d be down for it if it wouldn’t involve letting an angel get torn to shreds. But that does give me another idea though.”

“Oh? Do te-”

Right as Max was about to say more, she got a call and had to take it. She listened, gave some “mhm”s and “yes sir”s, and hung up.

“Who was that?”

“My boss,” she frowned. “I guess he needs me at the workplace ASAP.”

“Can’t you stay just a bit longer?” Iris begged. “Just like… make a plan with me or something.”

“Really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You need me to help you plan something?”

“You like roughhousing. How would you get the jump on the angel snatcher?”

“How do you feel about just being the bait?”